Happy Monday Fam! Here comes one more flash from a pool of short romantic stories.
Do you often get late to work? Are traffic jams your worst enemy? Read on to know how traffic jam inspired June to do something creative.
Hope you like it.
Title: Time Drain
“Oh, shit, I’m late again.” June curved her lips, looking at her golden wristwatch. She desperately slammed the stairs one after another with the pointed four-inch heels of her sandals as she entered the small yet elegant twelfth-floor office of BB Advertising.
“God, please, save me the one last time. I can’t afford to lose this job.” She pushed open the door of Robert’s room, muttering under her breath.
“What a pleasant surprise, Ms. Pinto. You broke the record. You’re only forty-five minutes late today,” Robert drifted his stare from the documents lying in front of him to June’s sorry face, a mock sternness in his eyes.
“Actually, it’s the traffic jam. The city is getting overpopulated. With so many people giving birth to so many kids, the traffic is going to increase a hundredfold in the coming years, and you have to definitely think about the option of allowing your employees to work from home.”
“Well, thank you so much for your suggestions, and I really appreciate your logic behind the traffic jams. Anyways, we’re all set for the next meeting. Hope you’re ready with the presentation and the explanatory videos about the product.” He sauntered across the room and approached the door.
“Oh, yeah, I am. I’ll be there in a couple of minutes,” June stammered as she caught her breath, wondering whether she had put the pen drive back in her purse after completing the work, or just forgotten it at home.
“Shit. The PD is not here,” June mumbled, as she checked her laptop bag and purse for the final time.
I need this job. I have to do something.
Think, June. Think!
Yes . . . I know how to do that. I hope Robert won’t find it offensive.
Perhaps he will. Perhaps not, if the client is impressed.
I don’t know.
When she reached the conference room, she noticed Robert, busy discussing the project details with the clients.
“Please, Ms. Pinto. I think you take charge from here. The stage is all yours.”
And with that, the bright blue LED screen welcomed her onto the stage.
Reflecting confidence, June defied her mental turbulence and walked across the room to reach the place where the LED panel was mounted. The cold air of the central air conditioning gave her chills in the sweltering heat of August. Her eyes darted to the TV screen and then to the sea of faces. All eyes were on her as if she was not human, but an alien descended from an obscure planet. Not even Mars. At least humans knew about Mars.
“A very good morning to all of you. I hope you all enjoyed your travel from your home or office or wherever you live to Big Bang Advertising. I really appreciate you all reaching here on time and conquering the traffic jams. I think you guys must be listening to Radio Mirchi traffic updates and wisely choosing your routes.”
“Ms. Pinto . . . come to the point. Put on the presentation,” Robert mumbled, his lips pursed and his broad jaw becoming even broader as anger and stress crept onto his face and creased his forehead.
“Oh! Yeah . . . I totally forgot why we are here. So, ladies and gentlemen, I’m going to show you something you’ve never seen before. Any guesses?”
Utter silence in the room.
“Here comes a rescuer for all women’s hair problems—Silk And Shine hair tonic. No matter who you are—a college girl, a working woman, a housewife, or a latecomer like me, Silk And Shine keeps you on time even when you don’t have time.
“Apply it on your wet hair, dry hair, or morning hair, and be the charm of everyone’s eyes—use Silk And Shine, and Be On Time.”
The blue LED screen still shone behind June’s back, with the AC sending cold waves to her body.
“We’re expecting the video and the presentation, not a live act. But it was good. We liked it. I think we can work on this.” A middle-aged, short-haired lady from the client’s panel smiled before clapping and nodding her approval.
“Good, you did it well.”
“Thanks, Robert. I hope it’s not my last day in the office.”
“I want to see you on time.”
“Oh, yeah. Definitely.”
“In the evening. Six. Sharp. At Lamps.”
“Be on time, Ms. Pinto. Be on time,” he gave a chortle, before entering his room.
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